Rachel Carson Quotes

There is no new wave, only the sea.

Out of Eternity the new day is born; Into Eternity at night will return.

I have always had the sea as my playground.

I love the sea.

Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.

I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within - in front of the sea.

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.

I don't feel I've arrived home until I get on the beach. All my life, the theater of the sea has been a very strong thing.

If you want to know why the coast is such an inspirational place, ask Herman Melville, Jack London, Nordhoff and Hall, Robert Louis Stevenson or Joseph Conrad. It's a glimpse of eternity. It invites rumination, the relentless whisper of the tide against the shore.

The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.

Each soul or entity will and does return, or cycle, as does nature in its manifestations about man; thus leaving, making or presenting-as it were-those infallible, indelible truths that it -Life-is continuous.

At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.

The future is in the hands of those who explore... and from all the beauty they discover while crossing perpetually receding frontiers, they develop for nature and for humankind an infinite love.

the sea is a place of mystery. One by one, the mysteries of yesterday have been solved. But the solution seems always to bring with it another, perhaps a deeper mystery. I doubt that the last, final mysteries of the sea will ever be resolved. In fact, I cherish a very unscientific hope that they will not be.

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

For each of us, then, the challenge and opportunity is to cherish all life as the gift it is, envision it whole, seek to know it truly, and undertake-with our minds, hearts and hands-to restore its abundance. It is said that where there's life there's hope, and so no place can inspire us with more hopefulness than that great, life-making sea-that singular, wondrous ocean covering the blue planet.

The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.

I am part of the cycle, rebirth death, rebirth death, rebirth death.

Ah, you've come over the water. Powerful wet stuff, ain't it?